Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.